Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

This person is so stubborn. He can pay back the money, but what about the rest?

For a hospital of Peking Union Medical College Hospital's caliber, expert consultations, private rooms, and a smooth transfer process—how many favors did he use, and how many phone calls did he make behind the scenes?

Does Lu Yu know?

Does Lu Yu know how difficult it was to schedule appointments with those experts, and how much effort he put into getting them all together?

And does he even care about that little bit of money?

Song Xijin grew angrier the more she thought about it, and downed the whiskey in her glass in one gulp.

Even if Lu Yu wanted to repay the money, he couldn't.

They should repay with something else, even a sexual favor would be good.

Last time in Zhejiang Province, he didn't do anything; he just held Lu Yu and slept with him because Lu Yu's legs were uncomfortable.

Now, no matter how I think about it, I feel like I've lost out.

It would have been better if... he had done it himself, and not let Lu Yu do anything.

After washing up and lying in bed, Song Xijin tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He stared at the ceiling in the darkness, but his mind was filled with Lu Yu's face.

He left in a hurry that night.

Lu Yu got out of the car and immediately told the driver to drive away.

Song Xijin felt she should wait a little longer.

Once Lu Yu calms down, or once I calm down, one of us will turn back first.

After Lu Yu returned to her room, did she come out to look for him?

Were you disappointed when you found out his car was gone?

Even if it's just a little bit.

Although what Lu Yu said that night was unpleasant to hear, every word he said was the truth.

All he wanted was an open, equal relationship where he could be in the open.

Is this going too far?

Not at all excessive.

It's because his own family situation is too complicated; even giving his boyfriend a formal title requires a war-like pre-planning.

Song Xijin felt increasingly uneasy.

Lu Yu doesn't look for him, and he doesn't look for Lu Yu either.

If they both keep such a high-handed attitude, won't their feelings fade over time?

That won't do.

Even if they haven't gotten back together yet, they still have a friends-with-benefits relationship.

Lu Yu didn't say that they wouldn't be friends with benefits anymore.

Before they got back together, being friends with benefits was the only relationship Lu Yu ever publicly acknowledged between them.

Although he was not satisfied with the relationship, it absolutely could not be broken off until he found a way to get back together.

Song Xijin made up her mind, picked up her phone and made a voice call to Lu Yu.

He held the phone to his ear, his heart inexplicably racing.

After finishing a day of filming, Lu Yu had just taken a shower and was sitting on the edge of the bed, casually drying her hair with a towel.

Hearing the WeChat voice call, he picked up his phone and glanced at the caller ID.

The screen displays Song Xijin's portrait.

He paused for a moment, hesitated only for a second, and then answered the call.

Lu Yu thought that Song Xijin would never contact him again after that night.

Given Song Xijin's status and temperament, she was rejected both in their attempts to reconcile and in the way of gifts.

Moreover, that very night, Song Xijin simply had his driver drive away.

When has such a precious person ever suffered such injustice?

He had offended this young master so thoroughly that he thought there would be no future for them.

"Hello, Mr. Song."

"Hmm." Song Xijin gave a perfunctory "hmm" and then fell silent.

He didn't speak, and Lu Yu didn't know what to say either.

The atmosphere was tense when they parted last time, and now that they're suddenly on a voice call, they both feel a little awkward.

For a moment, all they could hear was the sound of breathing coming from the other side.

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?" Song Xijin finally couldn't hold back.

He originally intended to remain reserved and wait for Lu Yu to speak first.

After waiting for a long time, all he could hear from the other end was even breathing. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

It was clearly Lu Yu who made him angry first, so why did he have to be the one to start the conversation?

"Mr. Song, is there something you need?" Lu Yu's voice came through the receiver, deep and steady.

As usual, there was no unusual emotion in his voice.

Song Xijin got angry as soon as she heard his businesslike tone.

Can't I contact him unless there's a reason?

My ex-boyfriend only calls me when he needs something.

Can't fuck buddies chat for a bit besides having sex?

"Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong?" Song Xijin's tone returned to its usual indifference, with a hint of grievance hidden beneath that indifference.

He has processed all his emotions on his own over the past few days.

The resentment of being rejected, the embarrassment and anger of being rebuffed, and the heartache of her father for Lu Yu's words that were not presentable.

He swallowed it all by himself.

Hearing Lu Yu's voice now, those emotions that had been forcibly suppressed began to stir again.

But Song Xijin doesn't want to argue with Lu Yu anymore.

He wanted to hear Lu Yu speak.

"No, Mr. Song, you can hit me if you want." Lu Yu stroked his hair.

He could hear the feigned indifference and displeasure in Song Xijin's tone, as well as the grievance hidden beneath that displeasure.

The voice softened unconsciously.

"That's more like it." Song Xijin turned over.

Her body, which had been leaning against the headboard, unconsciously slid down, her head resting on the pillow, and she lay on her side with her phone pressed to her ear.

I felt completely relaxed.

Song Xijin suddenly lowered her voice, as if she were speaking in a whisper that only the two of them could hear.

"Lu Yu...do you miss me?"

Lying in bed at night, I call the person I like.

A deep, slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the line, imbued with an ambiguous magnetism by the electrical current.

It felt like a hook gently brushing against his earlobe. No matter how you looked at it, it felt ambiguous.

Song Xijin's body began to feel hot.

He kicked the blanket down a little, revealing his collarbone and a small patch of his chest.

Lu Yu's throat tightened.

He could, as he had done countless times before, use a breakup or a casual sex relationship to widen the distance between the two of them again.

But tonight, Song Xijin's voice was too soft.

He was just an ordinary person who called the person he liked late at night.

Lu Yu was ultimately honest.

He couldn't lie to Song Xijin.

"think."

"Where do you want to go?" Song Xijin's voice was starting to sound off.

Her voice trailed off hoarsely, carrying a sticky, seductive quality, and her breathing became even more rapid than before.

Each breath hit the microphone, growing heavier with each breath.

Lu Yu knew what Song Xijin meant by those words.

That night, he said some hurtful things in the back seat of the car. Today, Song Xijin called him not to settle scores, but to make up.

He was willing to coax Song Xijin.

"I want to go anywhere." Lu Yu's voice was relatively steady, a tone lower than usual, and slightly hoarse.

Song Xijin's ears suddenly turned burning hot.

Lu Yu said she wanted to go anywhere.

That means thinking about it in your mind, thinking about it in your heart, and thinking about it in your body.

He closed his eyes and pressed the phone even closer to his face.

It's as if this will make Lu Yu's voice a reality, allowing me to embrace him.

"Lu Yu, I miss you too..."

"...I miss it so much."

Song Xijin had made all the necessary preparations for that trip to Zhejiang Province.

While Lu Yu was holding him in the back seat of the car, he was thinking that once they got back to the hotel and Lu Yu finished showering, he would first press Lu Yu onto the bed and finish what he hadn't done the day before.

In the end, the two of them did nothing, and he returned to Beijing in a huff.

Now, no matter how I think about it, I feel like I've lost out.

He really lost out.

I flew for several hours back and forth, waited outside the film set for more than two hours, and spent the night in the hotel holding Lu Yu without doing anything else.

The next day, he was rendered speechless by the other party's rebuttal and flew back.

This deal is a terrible loss.

Lu Yu sensed something was wrong from the commotion on the other end: "Mr. Song..."

"Lu Yu, you called my name... so please talk to me more, okay?" Song Xijin's hand slid down little by little, her voice was so soft that it was almost unrecognizable, and the end of her voice trembled.

I miss you so much...

His fingers trembled as he touched his burning skin.